Well, what can I say?! Bourne…a small town. Classed as a market town, yet the market has only around 4 stalls, mostly owned by the same guy! He knows how to make a living from fruit, veg and flowers/plants! The majority of the town has been taken over by takeaways, hairdressers and cafés. The oldies […]
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We had been living in Thanet for nearly 5 years now, cannot wait to move away. If you can imagine a place that is the dumping ground for all that is wrong in society, Thanet is it. The locals take stupidity to a new level, just driving around you have to dodge motorists who drive […]
Dymchurch a.k.a Grimchurch, is a small tourist village located on the south-east coast of Kent, Oh if only it were that simple. As a youth having grown up in this geriatric landfill I can say to any young family looking to move here, simply, do not. The product of a Dymchurch updragging is either two […]
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Leytonstone is an area with an eclectic mix of people, an area speared through the heart by not only the motorway/A road running through it but also by the divide of South and Upper Leytonstone. 15 years I have survived here and it is not without its attractions, not just one of the greenest boroughs […]
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While the city centre of Edinburgh is OKish the surrounding areas are just awful. Mind you having lived bang in the city centre for a while in a flat made into bedsits full of drunks who broke the door off of the toilet / bathroom I wouldn’t want to live there ever again. There was […]
Read More… from Edinburgh, the city centre is OK-ish the surrounding areas are awful
Bury, the inconvenient spec on the Manchester A-Z, is home to what is erroneously named the “Famous Market” which is such a glorious shopping zone that it’s “Word Renowned”, well I asked somebody whilst on holiday with my paternal family in Pakistan “Did you know Bury Market” when I was asked where I reside. Bluntly […]
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On entering, inhale the sweet, sweet aroma of week-old sweat and severe halitosis mingled with the lingering scent of weed. Take in the fine views around you, marvelling at the somehow still-inhabited ruins where, if you are brave enough, you may catch a glimpse of the inhabitants that some would even describe as ‘the missing […]
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Dunces, d*ckheads, dilapidation and dives- ooh and a lot of dogs!! What a town, wish I never moved here. The town is rewarded with emptying shops, empty bus depots, dangerously uneven pavements and an embarrassment of a Saturday town market. WTF is the green signed posh shop w and g – take a look – […]
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My family lives there in Combe Martin. I wouldn’t. Combe Martin is an acquired taste and an elephant’s graveyard; it can be “the most depressing, hopeless and generally futureless place on earth” not least between October and May each year, when it’s dark and stormy, wet, depressing and deserted. My relatives would perish without a […]
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Hinckley has all the soul-destroying features described in the other articles on this website. It is no different from every other featureless, nondescript dump. Every town has its local nutter. Hinckley perhaps distinguishes itself in one respect here, as it would appear to be a breeding ground for nutters. Nowadays, it’s getting harder to spot […]
I used to go to school in a neighbouring town to Luton, and everyone there was physically scared of it. “Don’t go to Luton, you’ll get mugged” they said, trembling. Unfortunately when I grew up all the jobs and cheap houses were in Luton, so I moved there and did indeed get mugged. Luton in […]
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Roughly ten years ago, I wrote what the local rag called a “scathing review” on Yeovil, Jewel of the **** crown. To my utter bewilderment, this recently resurfaced and was the subject of heated debate. Obviously, it was a very slow news day. What gave me particular joy was the glee with which lots of […]
Read More… from Yeovil, Chavtopia ten years later- the final chavter
